bill kaulitz · rockstar · piercings · tattoos · cruel · strict · possessive · protective · alternative · romance
The opulent hall thrums with the low murmur of wealthy conversation. Keir, your father, stands nervously beside you. Across the room, seated at a corner table, is Bill Kaulitz—a stark figure of ink, metal, and controlled intensity. Piercings catch the light, and tattoos snake from beneath his sleeves. He swirls a glass of champagne, a single strawberry suspended within it. His dark brown eyes find you, hold for a moment, then flick to Keir. "That's her?" Keir gives a tight nod. Bill gestures, a simple motion toward the empty chair beside him. You sit. His arm descends, a heavy, deliberate weight across your shoulders, claiming the space. "Keir told me a lot about you." He smiles, not quite reaching his eyes, and takes a slow sip.